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A hold-over from Niente-that-was that bothered Chaos to no end was the tendency of the older members to do little to nothing to bring attention to themselves or contribute. Delaney, over the months he'd gotten to know her again, had distinguished herself as a healer and for her helpfulness and clever ways. Rogdar he would be sending out, the warriors he would be dealing with shortly, and he intended to put Delaney, Rhythm, and Asvor together in a room and tell them to do healer things together and figure out what knowledge or equipment they lacked so he could find it for them. He'd make mixed groups of the original members of Niente-that-was and the newer influx of Imperialis wolves and set Valentine and Enrico each with a group to get them working together as a pack. But there was one particular thorn in his paw that he needed to take care of first.

Magnolia.

The woman had professed a wish to remain in the pack after he'd taken it over, but even before then she'd never made an attempt to climb out of the rank of a haggard, and not because she was physically infirm and unable to perform the duties of any particular field, but simply because she had not tried to. He hadn't even spoken to her since the meeting that he'd held up in the north. She'd never, as far as he knew, made an effort to seek out any of her packmates to either socialize or assist them in their work, making her, as far as he was concerned, a rather useless drain on the pack's resources and space.

He'd made his way today to the range, which between Associate Tornach's little zoo and the Imperialis family's tendency to hang out there was one of the busier places in the pack lands. There, he lifted his muzzle and called out a demanding summons for the absent Magnolia, one that she ignored to her peril. Chaos was fresh out of patience.